Prelude.
A quiet wind blew across the desert sands, bouncing off tall stone walls decorated with elaborate paintings slowly wearing away the fine art that had been worked upon it. The heat of the sun washed over the land and the people of the city of Reh-klow,
drying everything to their limits.
Two sun burnt soldiers stood atop the wall watching, looking out into the desert,
waiting.
Then one nudged the other pointing to a shimmer of light on the horizon. The winds of the desert ceased, the calm before the storm.
The men watched as the fleck of light grew in size, flashing and swirling, the distance between the light and Reh-klow shrank.
An enormous thundering roar escaped the desert, the men's eyes transfixed on the wave of light forcing itself through the desert, towards them.
The wave exploded into a shower of splinters raining down onto the city, only the time to gasp was given to the soldiers before light energy crashed down, tearing through great stone palaces, homes and temples.
The screams of the people filled were drowned out by the thunder. The rain stopped, smoke and flames rose into the sky blacking Ra himself.
Then another wave of light crashed down to wipe out the dying and what was left of the burning rubble of Reh-klow, the night came early that day.
Yet one thing stood in the distance, a figure, tall, dark hair swaying in the smoke and shock waves.
Valeron.
